Rainbow Six: He who dares wins [IC//closed]

[Nyr Hrafn-Heim]

It was a brisk day in the SAS training facility, at least only 40 degrees out. All around the base SAS recruits and veterans ran around in orderly squares or lines singing in cadence, or following the orders of a Drill Instructor. In the North most part of the base was a communications building, Rainbow Six's resident Intel building. Inside of the building sat Platoon Sergeant Claus Sikler talking to one of the many Intelligence Officers who operated the building. "-It doesnt matter, that is just a minor set back. When will my men be arriving? I want to know what I am working with over the next few weeks of training." Said a man with a thick German accent. "Last we heard they are all En Route now, sir. What do you plan to do?" Replied a man with a English accent. "I plan on making two squads, one lead by me, and the other by whomever makes it a point to show their leadership skills." By now, the voice could clearly be made out as Claus, the acting Colonel of Rainbow Six. "Very good sir, I will go and prepare the barracks then." The Intelligence Officer then ran off to the main gate of the facility and began waiting for the new members of Rainbow to arrive.

[Merodin]

The large forest green military truck bounced and jerked as it drove own the road. Sara Adams sat in the back of the canvassed truck, near the end so she could smell the fresh English countryside. She'd only been here less than five times and then it was only to coordinate with the RAF on terrorist activities and strategies. Sara leaned back on the cramped bench, her rucksack in between her legs. She gave a passing glance over the rest of the truck's occupants. There were several who were young and one or two veterans it seemed. Different nationalities, coming from all over the world. She refocused her attention on the passing landscape as the truck continued its journey down the road...

After another hour or so, they truck began to slow and then finally stop. Sara was quick in dismounting, a habit that had been drilled into her during her years as a Florida National Guardsman. Hoisting the rucksack onto her back, she walked around the left side of the truck. Her boots crunched on the loose asphalt. She welcomed the cold wind that blew at her face, it was refreshing. The sky was grey and the clouds looked as if they were about to release their great loads of water. Sara stopped in front of the man standing near the main gate, obviously waiting for them. She gave a quick salute and waited as the other occupants of the truck filed out and huddled in a group in front of the man who was, as Sara gathered by his outfit and I.D card, an Intel officer. She waited patiently staring ahead, taking in every detail about her new home standing in front of her...

[Firstaria]

Danilo came out from the same truck that brough there Sara, and showed his ID to the guards. His movements and his face showed a lot of determination, although calm at the same type, typical of someone who doesn't want to be noticed in a crowd; on his I.D. the voice "Recon" was pretty clear, although that was also the alias for infiltration and espionage. L'uomo invisibile, as called from his friends, were probably the first Italian invited in the Raimbow Six organization, and he wanted to show all his professionalism for now.

[Cylarn]

A British Army Land Rover soon pulled in behind the green military truck. Scott sat in the front passenger seat, wearing his Woodland MARPAT Utility Uniform and his 8-point Utility Cover. The sleeves on his blouse were rolled up, revealing his muscular arms and a Force Recon tattoo on his upper right arm. He climbed out of the Land Rover, seemingly not bothered by the cold weather. Although he was a Southerner, he became used to cold weather during his time in the Marines, especially in Mountain Warfare School. He noticed a Natty Guard NCO walking, with an Italian following behind her. He followed those two, since he guessed why they would be here.

He had the "pleasure" of working with the British multiple times during his career. While the Royal Marines, Infantry, and Para troops were pretty cool, he disliked the SAS, mainly because many of the greener SAS grunts had inflated egos and attempted to talk down to the Americans they worked with. He got along much better with the SAS veterans, mainly the NCOs.

[The Russian People]

James pulled up to the facility in his tan,muddy Humvee.He had his serious face on,but not too serious.He exited the vehicle as AC/DC's Highway to Hell blared through the radio.He walked in military style,one foot after the other,and stood flat still at the attention of his superior.He stuck his hand up,the salute,and it went back down to his side.....He felt very giddy,but he did not want to give himself off as a jackass.

[Nachfolgia]

A large GAZ-2975, painted in Russian woodland camo, pulled up after all the vehicles and skidded to a stop. The passenger door opened and Dimitri stepped out. He was wearing his woodland Spetsnaz unform and a red beret. On his sleeve was the black Spetsnaz scorpion patch. Dimitri looked around at the base and the surrounding enviorment. [ they couldn't have picked a more remote location?] Dimitri said in Russian. Dimitri reached inside the armored vehicle and pulled out his rucksack and flung it over his shoulders.

As he walked towards the group standing at the Main Gate, Dimitri hummed the Russian National Anthem. He stopped in front of the man waitinf for them and saluted him. Dimitri then turned and examined the others how were standing there. He could tell by their uniforms that some of them were American. American, huh? i would have figured some of them would be out here. you can't complete a multi-national special forces unit with out a couple of Gung ho American soldiers. Dimitri thought to himself. he then turned his attention to the Italian standing with the group. Why is an Italian here? i didn't think the Italians were any good at War. Dimitri thought with a smirk on his face. When he was done with his judgement of the group, Dimirti went back to humming the Russian National Anthem softly.

[Tiltjuice]

To round out the assembly came a BMW F10, unmarked, with the only giveaway about its ownership being the "AM" prefix of a Hong Kong government vehicle on the licence plate. The engine stilled, and Jasper climbed out of the driver's seat. Ducking back in for a moment, he retrieved the blue beret characteristic of the Police Tactical Unit, and set it firmly on his head. It didn't matter here as much among allies, but he knew the need to keep his SDU membership quiet on the way over from Hong Kong; he'd only changed into uniform on the last leg of the trip.

Taking up the tote bag full of spare uniforms and work-out gear, he walked casually up to the group of soldiers standing just inside the main gate. Most of them were white. From this distance, though, he couldn't tell if any of them were SAS troopers. That at least would have been something familiar, given how often, even now after Hong Kong returned to China, SDU cross-trained with SAS. He shrugged to himself, knowing he'd meet them soon enough.

I wonder how many of them will be smart enough to figure out what I really do, and how many will only see the uniform, he thought to himself, knowing that the others' first impression of him would probably be 'Blunt-faced man, tall for an Asian, wearing a dark blue jacket that says Police and 警察'.

[Former Soviet Socialists]

Ceva jumped out of the large truck carrying several other occupants, including a woman. He wore a light SWAT uniform and carried a small sack on his back. He walked towards the main gate to a man who looked like he'd be our new commander for this team. As he was walking he saw many other assorted vehicles pulling up behind the truck he just came out of. A car skidded to a stop right behind him. 'What the hell?,' he said to himself. A Russian hopped out in his Spetnaz uniform. Ceva looked at the Russian as he walked towards him. "Trying to kill me, Russian?," Ceva asked. The Russian just looked at him and gave a quick smile as he walked passed him. Behind the Russian, more vehicles showed up. What looked like Frenchmen, a Chinaman, and some Americans hoped out and walked towards him. 'I guess these are my new teammates as well,' he thought to himself. 'Let's hope these people of different nationalities can work together.'

He waited patiently observing his new team before the man who looked like the commander spoke. The Ruskie beside him was humming the Russian national anthem. 'That sure brings back memories.,' he thought. 'My father sang and hummed that all the time.' The one guy who blasted AC/DC when he pulled up was very weird he thought. He walked in military style straight to the gate and gave a salute. He then put his hand down and just stood there like a statue facing the commander. 'Is he on drugs?,' Ceva asked himself. Ceva then turned his attention to the man everyone else was looking at. It seemed as though everyone was here, so he should be speaking soon.

[The Russian People]

James stood still,and examined everyone slowly from left to right with his eyes.He was awaiting for the Commander to speak,and kept looking at everyone,focusing and examining.When the Russian showed up and started humming the Russian national anthem,James shifted and said to himself,"Damn Russians." He then started whistling the Star Spangled Banner in the direction of the Russian.

[Nyr Hrafn-Heim]

The Intel officer looked over the group with a grin. "So your Sikler's new boys, eh? You'll fit right in around here. Follow me, the Commander is waiting." The Officer then turned on his heels and began walking back towards the the makeshift Rainbow headquarters. Once they all arrived the Officer turned to face them again. "Inside is Sergeant Sikler. He will be your CO and will be treated as such. Pre-existing rank holds almost nothing here, we will give you a rank according to where we think you fit. Do you understand? Eh, im sure you do." He then opened the door and smiled. "Welcome to Rainbow, soldiers."

Inside the control room, Claus was now dressed in BDU pants with a light grey tee to match the camo patterns. The pants were a old pale-blue coloring and had a digital pattern to them, melded with more natural looking designs such as tiger. He grinned and motioned for the group to walk inside, and once they were all in the room, began to speak. "I am Platoon Sergeant Claus Sikler. I am sure Captain Tuck informed you I will be your Commanding Officer, so dont go and pull rank on me for you higher-ups. Now that that is established, the uniform I am wearing is in each and every locker in that room over there." Claus motioned to an open door that lead into a room full of lockers, probably the armory. "Go get changed, we are going to do some quick PT to make sure you all have what it takes. You have 5 minutes to be back in here, now lets go!"

[Firstaria]

Daniel saluted and said quickly his " Yes, Sir! " And then got to the other room in his locker. He took the uniform and started to change his clothes with extreme speed and precision, that he usually used for avoiding the enemy guards or put on disguises if needed.

So far he noticed he was probably the only Italian and the only recon member, which could be good and bad at the same time. The squad could isolate him, but also he didn't want too much interference in case of an infiltration mission.

[Cylarn]

The Intel officer looked over the group with a grin. "So your Sikler's new boys, eh? You'll fit right in around here. Follow me, the Commander is waiting." The Officer then turned on his heels and began walking back towards the the makeshift Rainbow headquarters. Once they all arrived the Officer turned to face them again. "Inside is Sergeant Sikler. He will be your CO and will be treated as such. Pre-existing rank holds almost nothing here, we will give you a rank according to where we think you fit. Do you understand? Eh, im sure you do." He then opened the door and smiled. "Welcome to Rainbow, soldiers."

Inside the control room, Claus was now dressed in BDU pants with a light grey tee to match the camo patterns. The pants were a old pale-blue coloring and had a digital pattern to them, melded with more natural looking designs such as tiger. He grinned and motioned for the group to walk inside, and once they were all in the room, began to speak. "I am Platoon Sergeant Claus Sikler. I am sure Captain Tuck informed you I will be your Commanding Officer, so dont go and pull rank on me for you higher-ups. Now that that is established, the uniform I am wearing is in each and every locker in that room over there." Claus motioned to an open door that lead into a room full of lockers, probably the armory. "Go get changed, we are going to do some quick PT to make sure you all have what it takes. You have 5 minutes to be back in here, now lets go!"

As soon as Sikler said "LET'S GO!", Scott took off into the changing area and immediately threw down his gear and began changing, moving with violence and intensity. When he was just a grunt, his PL enjoyed playing uniform games with his men, making then change from full combat uniform into dress blues in 3 minutes. The fuck-fuck games were designed for them to lose at every turn, but Scott could soon change in 3:10. Within a minute, he was already putting on the fatigues and within 30 seconds, he was tying his boots. Rather than going out there early, he decided to help his team mates. During his time in Boot Camp, it was better to stay and help your unit, rather than get out there early.

Sikler seemed like your typical, no-nonsense NCO, and Scott respected him for his seriousness and level-headed personality.

[Nachfolgia]

Dimitri looked oddly at the uniform that Claus was wearing. To him, it looked like something that Spetsnaz OMON would wear. Dimitri didn't know why the OMON wore such bright camo patterns, it just didn't make sense to him how do they expect us to blend in with riot police uniforms? Dimitri thought as he walked towards the changing area. He threw down his gear and began to change out of his uniform. When he was done putting on the uniform, Dimitri looked down at the blue uniform. Dimitri shook his head in disapointment. " I already miss my Spetsnaz Uniform." Dimitri mumbled to himself.

[Tiltjuice]

Jasper made it into the locker room, stowing his gear and changing into the new uniform. Leaving the changing room, he waited for the others back at the meeting point.

[Nyr Hrafn-Heim]

Claus noted Scott aiding his squad mates and grinned. He liked that in a man, maybe he would be Bravos squad leader, and his second in command. Time would tell. He then glanced at his watch. About 4 minutes had passed leaving one to go. He hoped everyone one would make it, he didnt want to have to kick anybody into shape on the first day, but he would if he had to. He then sighed and clapped his hands together. "In the KSK we would have had this shit done already! Get your asses into gear, you have another 45 seconds!"

[Cylarn]

Claus noted Scott aiding his squad mates and grinned. He liked that in a man, maybe he would be Bravos squad leader, and his second in command. Time would tell. He then glanced at his watch. About 4 minutes had passed leaving one to go. He hoped everyone one would make it, he didnt want to have to kick anybody into shape on the first day, but he would if he had to. He then sighed and clapped his hands together. "In the KSK we would have had this shit done already! Get your asses into gear, you have another 45 seconds!"

Once he had helped his new buddies with their uniforms, he made his way out to where the CO was waiting. He stood at attention in front of the CO, waiting for the others to get lined up with him.

[Firstaria]

Claus noted Scott aiding his squad mates and grinned. He liked that in a man, maybe he would be Bravos squad leader, and his second in command. Time would tell. He then glanced at his watch. About 4 minutes had passed leaving one to go. He hoped everyone one would make it, he didnt want to have to kick anybody into shape on the first day, but he would if he had to. He then sighed and clapped his hands together. "In the KSK we would have had this shit done already! Get your asses into gear, you have another 45 seconds!"

Danilo came in front of his new commander exactly 1 second after his warning, his uniform impeccable. He stood in place and said " Equipping uniform complete, Sir! Sorry for being too slow, Sir! ". He had to admit even for him this Mr.perfect attitude was getting annoying, but he wasn't anymore in the middle of his old team, professionalism was a must if he wanted to give a good impression.

[The Russian People]

James had quickly thrown down his gear and threw on the new uniform,and re-equipped himself.He would have been down much before the warning,but he got mesmerized by a picture of his family.He started thinking about them,and stood there for a while.When his now superior yelled the warning,James stowed it in his pocket and walked out.He stood next to everyone,and waited for orders.

[Cylarn]

Claus noted Scott aiding his squad mates and grinned. He liked that in a man, maybe he would be Bravos squad leader, and his second in command. Time would tell. He then glanced at his watch. About 4 minutes had passed leaving one to go. He hoped everyone one would make it, he didnt want to have to kick anybody into shape on the first day, but he would if he had to. He then sighed and clapped his hands together. "In the KSK we would have had this shit done already! Get your asses into gear, you have another 45 seconds!"

Danilo came in front of his new commander exactly 1 second after his warning, his uniform impeccable. He stood in place and said " Equipping uniform complete, Sir! Sorry for being too slow, Sir! ". He had to admit even for him this Mr.perfect attitude was getting annoying, but he wasn't anymore in the middle of his old team, professionalism was a must if he wanted to give a good impression.

If Danilo was one of Scott's Marines, he would've laughed in that eager beaver's face. He was way too eager, and being too eager was a real thing. Scott was somewhat eager, but he kept it contained. He had just clocked in 20 years of proud service when the Brass asked him if he wanted to volunteer for a multi-national SF unit in exchange for a hefty bonus. Although he just wanted to settle down with his girlfriend and regain custody of his kids, he decided to sign on. Although his intentions were good, his girlfriend still dumped him. Now, he didn't have much to lose, in case he was killed during his service.

[Nyr Hrafn-Heim]

Claus looked at the pair who came out first. "First out, first to run. Go ahead and give me two and a half laps of jogging around the compound followed up by a half-a-lap sprint to the finish. First to finish gets to help me set up or next event." He sighed and looked back towards the changing room. "And Marine, good job helping the other soldiers. Not many people would do that. Now get running."

[Firstaria]

Claus looked at the pair who came out first. "First out, first to run. Go ahead and give me two and a half laps of jogging around the compound followed up by a half-a-lap sprint to the finish. First to finish gets to help me set up or next event." He sighed and looked back towards the changing room. "And Marine, good job helping the other soldiers. Not many people would do that. Now get running."

Daniel smiled a little, running fast and agility were his field. You don't survive in infiltration if you can't reach point B in a second at the right pace to not do too much rumor. He started to run pretty fast, but with a moderate step, making him look like going at a normal speed while he was running a lot.

[Former Soviet Socialists]

Ceva went in and quickly undressed to get in the new uniforms Captain Claus ordered us into. He noticed the Frenchman next to him got undressed and dressed in under 20 seconds. 'Wow, I can tell this guy's going to be serious competition.,' he thought. When Ceva was finally finished, there were about 5 people who were already in line waiting. The captain then yelled to the others that they had 45 seconds more to get ready, and the last pair came out. Then he told us to run. 'What is this, Boot Camp?,' Ceva asked himself

[Tiltjuice]

Jasper took off at a moderate pace. To him, this was child's play; he saw no reason to use up more energy than he needed to. They wouldn't be graded on this, as far as he knew. And even if they were, he was all right with not being put in command; that was the whole purpose behind his accepting the transfer here and keeping his permanent HKP rank of Station Sergeant, rather than being promoted to Probationary Inspector and getting his own unit.

[Merodin]

Sara could already see from the other faces, that her new team was going to be a lot harder to like than the fly boys she was used to fighting alongside. She walked along with her new team into the Rainbow HQ, where she met her new CO. She could already tell he was going to be much tougher. After listening to his"inspiring" welcome speech, she hustled into the locker rooms as well. Picking the corner she quickly stripped and clothed in the new uniform. One of the marine boys tried to come over, trying to score some points with the CO, and so she gave him a cold stare as if to say "Touch me and I'll break your arm." He quickly backed away. Thankfully, they'd got her size right as it fit snugly around her frame. She made it out the door in time to see Claus dismiss the first two. She couldn't help but smile. National Guard training of two years caught up with her, as well as those countless hours that she'd ran around the air field. She gave a quick salute to Claus and ran off after the other two. She kept a steady, but fast pace, keeping just a yard behind the first two. She was saving for the sprint....

[Cylarn]

Claus looked at the pair who came out first. "First out, first to run. Go ahead and give me two and a half laps of jogging around the compound followed up by a half-a-lap sprint to the finish. First to finish gets to help me set up or next event." He sighed and looked back towards the changing room. "And Marine, good job helping the other soldiers. Not many people would do that. Now get running."

Scott moved at a strong speed, but not a complete sprint. He managed to stay with the younger men, despite being not at his peak of physical shape. He was a smoker, and was beginning to feel the strain of smoking, but he pushed on. When it came time to sprint, he took off, running as though he was being chased,